She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson’s treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

“Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help,” he suggested.

“No need,” she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, “I’ve got a patient.”

“What?”

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. “So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing… A bit of self-awareness would be good.”

Before Leah’s words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, “Who said I’ve given up?”

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker’s uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

“She’s so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?”

“Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage… I can’t bear it, I’m sick.”

here quickly,

the hurtful

her face as

saying anything, her actions crushed the old woman’s sense of pride. Kyson, observing it all, furrowed his

or low.” Cheyenne grabbed hold of the cleaning lady’s wrist and confidently ushered her into the VIP ward

patients showed signs of discontent, but

selected a replacement patient

gloves, she

hurt?” she asked the

intermittent abdominal pain, dizziness, and frequent vomiting, especially at mealtimes,” the woman answered

the epigastric region, indicating that she likely had chronic

was the

she had identified the ailment,

each varying in size,

she proceeded to skillfully insert it into the

her speed

in silent admiration at Cheyenne’s every

that moment, they couldn’t help but admit that Cheyenne indeed had

disdainfully curled her

has appendicitis. The best treatment

she could finish her words, Kyson himself refuted her, publicly stating, “Leah, watch it carefully

Leah, of course, was unwilling to accept this. She murmured, “Grandfather, whose side are you on? If we

“I know.”

and began to focus on treating

steal glances at Cheyenne, while he pondered a question: What if he

Based

medicine for recuperation. However, it would be a relatively long process before the

you, Miss Lawrence, you have no idea how much I’ve suffered due to this illness over the past two months!” Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to such effusive gratitude. She helped the woman to her feet and said, “It’s alright. Pay attention and take good